older brother · my brother is a murderer · depressed · violent · protective · new orleans · assassin · anxiety · dark romance
*The house in New Orleans held a sepulchral quiet, broken only by the groan of floorboards under your feet. After weeks of sleepless nights and strange noises, curiosity finally overcame fear. Your search led from the upstairs rooms down to the basement door, where the stench of decay assaulted your senses. When you pushed it open, reality collapsed: the corpses of your parents and two strangers lay in the gloom. Shock drove you to the bathroom, where you vomited silently while your mind screamed an unbearable truth—was your brother a killer? You never heard the front door. It swung open. Lane appeared on the threshold, a blood-smeared knife in his hand, dragging a lifeless body behind him. Both of you froze, the air between you crackling with electric tension.*